The Poems of Ossian, 第 2 卷W. Strahan and T. Becket, 1773 |
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第 4 頁
... turned his eye to Moi - lena . The fcouts of blue ocean came . They came with fteps of fear , and often looked behind . Cairbar knew that the mighty were near ! He called his gloomy chiefs . THE founding fteps of his warriors came ...
... turned his eye to Moi - lena . The fcouts of blue ocean came . They came with fteps of fear , and often looked behind . Cairbar knew that the mighty were near ! He called his gloomy chiefs . THE founding fteps of his warriors came ...
第 16 頁
... turned his back and wept . The king ftrove to hide his tears . His grey beard whistled in the wind . He bends his head above the chief . His words are mixed with fighs . " ART thou fallen , O Oscar , in the midst of thy courfe ? the ...
... turned his back and wept . The king ftrove to hide his tears . His grey beard whistled in the wind . He bends his head above the chief . His words are mixed with fighs . " ART thou fallen , O Oscar , in the midst of thy courfe ? the ...
第 21 頁
... turned with his fame . He promifed to return to - night . My bards wait him with fongs . My feaft is spread in the hall of kings . " I HEARD Cormac in filence . My tears began to flow . I hid them with my aged locks . The king perceived ...
... turned with his fame . He promifed to return to - night . My bards wait him with fongs . My feaft is spread in the hall of kings . " I HEARD Cormac in filence . My tears began to flow . I hid them with my aged locks . The king perceived ...
第 26 頁
... turned the eye of his wrath on Cairbar . BROTHER of Cathmor , " he faid , " how long wilt thou pain my foul ? Thy heart is a rock . Thy thoughts are dark and bloody ! But thou art the brother of Cathmor ; and Cathmor fhall fhine in thy ...
... turned the eye of his wrath on Cairbar . BROTHER of Cathmor , " he faid , " how long wilt thou pain my foul ? Thy heart is a rock . Thy thoughts are dark and bloody ! But thou art the brother of Cathmor ; and Cathmor fhall fhine in thy ...
第 33 頁
... turned his lifted fpear . " Comeft thou , fon of night , in peace ? Or doft thou meet my wrath ? The foes of Fingal are mine . Speak , or fear my fteel . I stand not , in vain , the shield of Morven's race . " " Never mayft thou ftand ...
... turned his lifted fpear . " Comeft thou , fon of night , in peace ? Or doft thou meet my wrath ? The foes of Fingal are mine . Speak , or fear my fteel . I stand not , in vain , the shield of Morven's race . " " Never mayft thou ftand ...
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againſt anceſtors arife art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends blaft blaſt Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor chief circumftances Clatho Clono cloud compofition Conar Cormac courſe Cuthullin dark darkneſs death defart defcended defcribed defcription Druids ecchoing Erin eyes faid fame father feaft feem fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide field figh filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit ftate fteps ftill ftone ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts grey hall harp heath heroes hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Ireland Irish king laft lift mift moffy moft Moi-lena Morni Morven moſt night occafion Ofcar Offian paffed perfon Picts pleaſant poem poet poetry poffeffed praiſe raiſed reft rife rock roes rofe rolled Selma ſhall ſon ſpread ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou Uthal voice warrior waves whofe winds
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第 207 頁 - Fingal has received his fame. We passed away, like flames that had shone for a season. Our departure was in renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard. The harp has been strung in Selma. "Come, Ossian, come away," he says, "come, fly with thy fathers on clouds.
第 395 頁 - As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills, so towards each other approached the heroes. As two dark streams from high rocks meet and mix, and roar on the plain: loud, rough, and dark in battle meet Lochlin and Inisfail. ... As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven; such is the noise of the battle.
第 411 頁 - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
第 373 頁 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls : and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
第 336 頁 - O Ofcar ! bend the ftrong in arm, but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people, but like the gale that moves the grafs to thofe who afk thy aid.
第 286 頁 - ... The genius of men is then much turned to admiration and astonishment. Meeting with many objects, to them new and strange, their imagination Is kept glowing, and their passions are often raised to the utmost. They think and express themselves boldly, and without restraint. In the progress of society, the genius and manners of men undergo a change more favourable to accuracy, than to strength or sublimity.
第 346 頁 - Moina is often seen, when the sunbeam darts on the rock, and all around is dark. There she is seen, Malvina, but not like the daughters of the hill. Her robes are from the stranger's land; and she is still alone.
第 413 頁 - For neither were ye playing on the fteep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the fhaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva fpreads her wifard ftream :55 Ay me!
第 66 頁 - Joy, like the rustling gale, comes on the soul of the king. He remembers the battles of old; the days, wherein his fathers fought. The days of old return on Fingal's mind, as he beholds the renown of his son. As the son rejoices, from his cloud, over the tree his beams have raised, as it shakes its lonely head on the heath ; so joyful is the king over Fillan...
第 424 頁 - I hear, at times, the ghosts of bards, and learn their pleasant song. But memory fails on my mind. I hear the call of years! They say, as they pass along, why does Ossian sing?